The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1887-11-05
MY FALSE LOVER.

Ftr1r~tl tlf0o6 6W0uuSIful SOmDf6
went Oh again stoning cherries
With q little pleased smile
& 1i1s sfound her childish mouth.
401 do not answer. Isitso light
matter that you do not care !?
auty is a thing to be greatly cove
and highly priced. Lydia"
think / sIRhed unconsciously. I
would have given my whole fortune
~ those olive cheeks and sombre
b|eck eyes which Lydia. our maid
ofal1-Work cared SO little about.
~ Are YOU ID earnest. 1fiss Dora r
Do you mean what you say? No
one else told me so, and / have had
too much else to think of to give N.Y.
self single thought in that way"
Poor, loYeless. friendless child
She caught at my idle compliment
as hungrily as a starYeling would at
some tempting morsel.
She had craved love and sympathy
in her life as I had for beauty. She.
so perfectly beautiful-an empress by
nature; while 1, plain, sallow, and
undersIzed-I have revelled in love
and been satiated with luxuries.
was one of those lucky ones who
were born to the good things of life.
a fortunate young lady, whose ca
PRECIOUS fancies were as strenuously
carried out by all at home as if l had
been an absolute lawgiver.
If only I had wished it. believe
my mother would have tried to bring
about transformation of myself in.
to cluster of fragrant dewy roses.
Coming home from school after
graduating, l had found my mother
placidly enjoying the prospect Of
having me at home again. Lydia ]
found, too, going quietly about the
old house, keeping things in order,
and making herself indispensable.
Thoroughly patrician. my mother
shrank from any approach to famil.
iarity with this beautiful little ser.
want whom, out of pity, she had
taken into her home. My poor fond
| mother! In her partial eyes heI
precious Dora was more lovely than
all other women on earth. She had
not seen. aRything remaskablesin
Lydia.
Women in love are gentle and ten.
der. l loved with all the passion ol
my strong silent nature, and so low.
ing lost much of the friyolity which
once characterized me, and my heart,
after its first jealous pang at sight oI
this girls wonderful beauty. went
out to her in great fioCd of pity, and
l resolved TO make her love me.
Alas! could [ have foreseen that
she would prove my evil genius.
"Yes, Tam in earnest Lydia. ]
think that you are the most beauti-
full women have ever seen, and you
must not wear such hideous dresses
any more. We will select some oil
my fresh dresses which, with little
alteration, will do nicely.
''Oh, you are very good. Miss
Dora; but l cannot accept. This
dress suits my station best, think )"
was her low-spoken answer but the
look with which she said it left moth
ing more for me to ask.
Lydia is quite right-very right,
indeed" said my mother, who had
entered the room. Lydia could not
attend to her duties in a Worth
toilet. I think that dark print quite
the thing for her."
Lydia's face flushed, and l guessed
how her proud heart ached at my
mothers cold rebuke.
But Dwight, my lover, was com.
ing, and I wished him to see Lydia
and to share my enthusiasm about
her. He had astonished everybody
by his preference for me-he an ac'
knowledged worshipper of beauty in
women. How he had fancied me-
passing by all others, l never could
understand. My heart had beer
wholly his from the very first, and
told him so when he asked me tc
marry him. and he kissed me and
called me foolish. fond little girl.
In my last letter. written just be-
fore Dwight was expected for few
weeks in June, l wrote:
II shall show you that there is one
little girl who can be unselfish and
accord just praise to other women
for shall show you very beautiful
woman of whom 1 am not bit en-
vious."
Ah, those first gloriousIy blissfu
days, when, looking into his deer
grey eyes, read my lovers heart
and knew in my inmost soul that
alone was first (! We were very hap
Dy-so happy that 1 had almost for
gotten Lydia.
We were walking under the chest